AVALON
The blaring buzz of an alarm clock stifles me out of my almost coma induced sleep. My face is pushed into something soft, and takes me a moment to realize that it's a pillow. My fingers stretches over to the table by the bed side, smacking the wretched device until it clutters to the floor with a shattering clang.
With a shaky laugh, I gather my bearings and push my face out to view my surroundings. Where the hell am I? My eyes are clouded with tears, and I can't pinpoint why. I flatten my lashes, and pull one arm up to wipe my eyes. Clearing the blur that was there. Okay, I'm in a room. But it isn't mine, what. the. f**k.
I pushed up to quickly, wincing immensely as a sharp pain dulled my back, and waist.
I quickly twisted around till I was seated on the bed, covers drawn up
